• By
    Jerzy Kociatkiewicz
  • 20th February 2017 at 10:16pm

Fitting in

My accent stumbles
On slippery consonants
Rounded
Worn out
By centuries of idle gossip
It breaks the surface
Of smooth shiny vowels
Mars the sheen
Of a polished phrase

In abject panic
It bucks and freezes
Then gives up
Exposing
My foreign shame

I just about manage
To hold on
To my modesty
All that is left
The Heisenbergian rag
Covering
My place of birth

Where are you from
Where are you really from
Originally
Emphatically
Essentially
A stranger in this town